Quotes About Victory

Jesus was victorious not because he never flinched, talked back, or questioned, but having flinched, talked back, and questioned, he remained faithful.

The Good News means we can stop lying to ourselves. The sweet sound of amazing grace saves us from the necessity of self-deception. It keeps us from denying that though Christ was victorious, the battle with lust, greed, and pride still rages within us.

The ragamuffin gospel says we can't lose, because we have nothing to lose.

We are not cowed into timidity by death and life. Were we forced to rely on our own shabby resources we would be pitiful people in deed. But the awareness of Christ's present risenness persuades us that we are buoyed up and carried on by a life greater than our own.

The only cure for suffering is to face it head on, grasp it round the neck and use it.

I'm the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be.

Tell the boys I've got the Luck with me now.

Despair never won any game. Defeat came quickly to those who thought of it.

With the first word I used intelligently, I learned to live, to think, to hope. Darkness cannot shut me in again. I have had a glimpse of the shore, and can now live by the hope of reaching it.

Los hombres no están hechos para la derrota. Se les puede destruir, pero no derrotar.

When you battle with your conscience and lose, you win. -Henny Youngman, comedian and violinist (1906-1998)

The way to "victory" is not in trying to overcome your dispiriting emotions directly but in building a deeper sense of safety and at-homeness and a more incarnate knowledge that you are deeply loved. Then, little by little, you will stop giving so much power to strangers. Do not be discouraged. Be sure that God will truly fulfill all your needs. Keep remembering that. It will help you not to expect that fulfillment from people who you already know are incapable of giving it.

Men are born to succeed, not to fail.

When the heavens are obscured to us, and nothing noble or heroic appears, but we are oppressed by imperfection and shortcoming on all hands, we are apt to suck our thumbs and decry our fates. As if nothing were to be done in cloudy weather, or, if heaven were not accessible by the upper road, men would not find out a lower... There are two ways to victory, - to strive bravely, or to yield. How much pain the last will save we have not yet learned.

Celui qui ne résiste pas ne sera jamais vaincu.

Do empenho vem a sabedoria e a pureza; da preguiça a ignorância e a sensualidade. Uma pessoa impura é universalmente preguiçosa, que se senta junto à estufa, deita-se ao calor do sol, repousa sem estar cansada. Se vocês querem evitar a impureza e todos os pecados, que trabalhem com empenho, mesmo que seja limpando um estábulo. A natureza é difícil de vencer, mas deve ser vencida.

Be of good heart: be of good spirit. If the battle is not yet won, it is not yet lost either.

the sudden hour that had transformed his life, the hour of his perceiving with a mute inward gasp akin to the low moan of apprehensive passion that a world was left him to conquer and that he might conquer it if he tried. It

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

A simple phrase may record a year's struggle.

Some Christians go to great trouble studying Satan's ways so they can identify his deceptions, but I don't do that. I'm determined not to focus on Satan—he is defeated. Christ, who guides me and implements His will through me, is the victor. The only way Satan can affect God's work through me is when I believe Satan and doubt God. Satan will try to deceive you, but he cannot ultimately thwart God's purposes.

The Lord will cause your enemies who rise against you to be defeated before your face; they shall come out against you one way and flee before you seven ways." Deuteronomy 28:7

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head; And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of Ak-Hissar A city of the plague; And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and far Is: Long live Scanderbeg!